Intro: x2 verse 1: Up every morning early, I barely hit the bed A good man has to break his back to earn his daily bread Some spend their lives a-diggin, wish away their time But I am never happier than when hauling in the lines I'm a son of a sailor, a sea-faring man I live off the water by the work of my hands With my face to the wind, and my back to the land, I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command verse 2: My father was a fisherman like his father before So I never really got a chance to labor safe on shore My body hard and blistered, my bones bleached white with salt And my ears are ever listening to hear the boatman's call I'm a son of a sailor, a sea-faring man I live off the water by the work of my hands With my face to the wind, and my back to the land, I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command verse 3: When my days are over, when my time has come Lower me down below the bow, let the waves take me home There is no sweeter suffering for a sailor lost at sea Than to see his soul at sunrise leave his body to the deep I'm a son of a sailor, a sea-faring man I live off the water by the work of my hands With my face to the wind, and my back to the land, I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command I'm a son of a sailor, and the sea, I command